I have been watching the first season of Glee, it was my Christmas present from my family. The writers blew it when they made Kurt's first kiss with Karofsky. It should have been with Puck. He is the one the show built up being a bully to Kurt since they were in Grammar school. And just for the record I really don't like Blaine, he is tooooo perfect and Bland!
Their first time….
Kurt has seen Puck look at him, watch him with fear and hate in his eyes. His behavior has become unbearable to Kurt, the bullying has started again. Puck never calls him any nasty names just roughly grabs him and shoves him in to the walls of the bathroom or the lockers in the hallways.
Finn notices the change in Puck's behavior towards his step brother and calls him out about it. Puck merely shrugs his shoulders and tells him to fuck off, which leads to an all out fist fight between the two best friends. (Yeah they had been working on their friendship.) For once Finn is the victor of the battle, leaving a beaten and bloody Puck in the boys locker room. Don't touch him again Puck, or next time you go to the ER. The words echoed in quiet room.
Kurt watches for Puck to come out of the locker room. He knows that Finn just left with a battered face and bloody knuckles, he knows that Finn was defending him. His wait is not long as Puck emerges from the steel door way hunched over spitting nasty balls of bloody goop as he walks towards his truck.
When Kurt sees Puck pull out of the parking lot he fires up the old car he borrowed from his Dad's garage and starts to follow Puck. He wants to confront Puck about what is going on, he has an idea but he really wants to be wrong. He is confused when Puck doesn't head home but turns down an old farm road that leads to Elam's Mill.
Great, wonderful, I am following him straight to my own beating or death…..No witnesses…No one to place Puck at the scene of the crime….Maybe I should turn around….
But Kurt doesn't, he continues to follow Puck to the old Mill. He hangs back a little ways so that Puck doesn't see him following him, plus the dry gravel road is kicking up enough dust that Kurt is having a hard time seeing in front of him. The dust from the road is thinning out some, Kurt knows that Puck has either stopped or turned off the road so he slows down until the white cloud is almost completely gone. He sees Puck pull in by the creek parking his truck. Kurt stops by the side of the road just watching Puck, waiting to see what he is going to do next.
Puck gets out of his old truck, walking to the edge of the creek and sits down. Kurt can hear to music from his truck blaring out some rock music and slowly eases the car closer to where Puck parked his truck. Kurt has one final thought as he decides to block the small entrance Puck used with his car. This stops today, whether Puck beats me to a pulp or kills me, it stops today. Kurt steps from the car and begins to walk to where Puck is sitting throwing rocks at the running water.
"What the fuck? What do you want Kurt?" Puck looks up as Kurt approaches him. I cant even escape you out here? "Did you come to gloat? To see what your stepbrother did to me?" He all but growls at Kurt, his fists clenched so tightly he doesn't even notice the rocks cutting the palms of his hands.
"I came out here to find out what the hell I did to you Noah? You've gone back to being a douche to me, the last three weeks have been hell. I thought you had changed in the last year or so. I want to know what I did to you?" Kurt's voice is strong not betraying the fear that is coiling up inside of him. He looks at Puck's face seeing the different emotions flicker in his eyes.
"My…Name…Is….Puck! Stop…Calling…Me….Noah! YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU DID TO ME? YOU WANT TO KNOW? I CANT GET YOU OUT OF MY HEAD! I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU! I CANT STOP…I..AM…NOT…LIKE…YOU….NOT….GAY…I'M..NOT…GAY!" Puck the last words shouted to the sky as he looks everywhere but at Kurt.
Oh my Gaga! Puck is having a sexual crisis and he is blaming me? What the fuck? He cant stop thinking about me? Denial….Kurt's thoughts are literally going by so fast. Yeah I've had a sort of crush on the mohawked teen off and on again since we started high school, but this…Shit what am I suppose to do? How am I suppose to make him stop thinking about me?
Kurt watches Puck stomp towards him and he has know idea why he does what he does…..
When Puck stops in front of him, he roughly grabs Puck by the neck, his hands bruising the soft skin. He pulls himself up and kisses Puck hard with his soft lips tasting his blood. He can feel Pucks body go rigid, but he doesn't pull away. It is a full minute before Puck tries to pry Kurt's hands away from around his neck.
Kurt breaks the kiss first, fighting against Puck's attempts to remove him from his neck. Looking in Puck's eyes he sees, fear. He hears Puck's words stammer from his lips, K-kurt, p-please. The words whisper across Kurt's lips. He knows the older jock could rip his hands easily away from his neck and proceed to beat him until he was nothing but a dead body, but Puck's attempts are sluggish.
He kisses Puck again, this time Puck kisses him back. The violence of the kiss, teeth scraping against lips, Kurt's tongue demanding entrance into Puck's mouth when the taller boy whimpered in surrender. He can feel the tremors in Puck's body, as he explores his mouth, suckling his tongue.
Suddenly Kurt feels Puck's arms wrap around his waist jerking him flush against Puck's hard body. Kurt fists Puck's mowhawk roughly scraping his nails along the stubble. He rolls his hips against Puck's hard cock, moaning at the friction and heat between their bodies.
Somehow they end up on the grassy creek bank. Kurt underneath Puck with his legs locked around Puck's waist. Their hips grinding unmercifully against each other. Hard cocks rubbing against each other, trapped by the fabric of their pants, straining for release. Deep growls and loud moans could be heard mingling with the music playing from Puck's truck.
Their touches weren't soft or tender, but hard and jagged leaving marks wherever their bodies met. Bruises were left by hands, lips, teeth. No soft words were spoken, no words were needed at this point.
Kurt could feel Puck's orgasm building, the thrusting became faster, harder. Kurt's neck felt the pain of Puck's hard bite as he came in his jeans, the animalistic growl buffered by the soft neck. Kurt followed Puck over the edge, the pain from the bite causing him to explode into a millions pieces. A deep moan escaped his swollen lips as his body shook from his first sexual experience with another boy.
Puck rolls off Kurt when he feels the soprano's hands push at his shoulders. He cant believe what he just did with Kurt. He feels the stark reality of what he just did drying on his skin and boxers.
Kurt stands looking at his disheveled appearance. Blood prints from Puck's hands and lips litter his designer clothes with dirt and grass stains mixed in from the ground. He watches Puck through his dark lashes; the sun reflecting the tears falling down the tanned cheeks.
"Until you can handle whatever just happened….Until you can be honest with yourself…Stay away from me Puck…" Kurt says in a low and even voice before he walks back to his car.